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i know geuss-inspo isn't as amenable to analytic academic engagement, but i really wish williams wasn't relied on so much by radical realists. fleshing out the CTP is just not that enlightening as a basic approach.
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it’s always pleasant when i post something with intentionally obscured significance and others interpret it in unexpected and generative ways
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in other words, my post wasn’t about you, but it can be if you’d like, and i enjoy the recontextualization it’s extra funny because i was just about to make an unrelated post about epistemic normativity not being able to pull the weight it wants to, which really would have made things fun

give it a year or so /s

The phrase, "who one actually is" does not mean "who one actually was all the time" but "whom one turned oneself into in the course of creating the taste by which one ended up judging oneself."
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this is still too metaphysical for my taste, but it's not a bad start for those still tangled in authenticity
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also citation is obvi rorty, contingency irony solidarity 99. felt apt to post given recent threads on the self. better expressions exist, but like i said the self-creative moment is a good latch for the uninitiated



what did she mean by this

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hehehe i love that all of our old interactions are still around, we’re really cute

a certain puppy was quite worried!

hey doip, glad to see you didn’t freeze to death


this is all it takes to capture my heart btw
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in case you were wondering chat, both of these scenes just happened for real irl



"The Sea Always Seems To Put Me At Ease" You are the topic of every epic we have ever been told And as I stand on this cliff, the wind whips through me and I am made bold Once again, Your presence creeps into my consciousness Grace made tangible in this newly anointed place
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And I am brought to my clear senses That none of my perceived failings or disgrace Has ever touched my being or inheritance I am whole, I am clean, I am free And I am brought to my knees Sink in; permeate this weary flesh Breathe; life as clean and fresh As the salt-seasoned breeze
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Please Father, pull me to my feet ‘Why are you kneeling, my son? I put strength in that back-bone Knowing that you would fall But I promise, you will never taste defeat You are whole, you are clean, you are free Get up, rise from your knees!’
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We can no longer linger in the shadows of our shame and brokenness For as sure as the wind blows He has already redeemed all of this Live as whole, live as clean, live as free Everything you were made to be Standing at the edge of self-discovery
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Tired and weary Our body trembles, buckles We are afraid of being hurt again Been stabbed in the back by our own friends We don’t know if we can mend Minds riddled with unsuccessful recoveries We’re scared Lord, we’re terrified
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But dive in we must Cause there has to be something better than this For we see testimony of You in the sea Your creation, all of nature So with a sudden rush We abandon our solitary perching place And as we wash away the mourning dust Immersed; we see Your face

that's why i'm always saying geuss if the mf goat 🔥🗣️🔥



Anything from the sound of a word through the color of a leaf to the feel of a piece of skin can serve to dramatize and crystallize a life. For any such thing can play the role in an individual which philosophers have thought could, or at least should, be played only by things which were universal.
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Any seemingly random con­stellation of such things can set the tone of a life. Any such constellation can set up an unconditional commandment to whose service a life may be devoted - a commandment no less unconditional because it may be intelligible to, at most, only one person.


no one even bothers to keep up with your lore smh
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its rly cute that souris and alice still have matching pfps btw :3


anna knows me so well <3


regardless of practicality, it's also just politically revolting

yea fwiw i dont love nhk that much, i wonder if id like the novel

my brain is a machine that turns anime soundbites into referenced breakcore tracks
Welcome to the NHK, episode 23, 10:50
Misaki: Hey! Aren't you lonely? I'm... i'm... lonely!

https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGOwgOL9y6k
nihigo - someday it will get better (bukabukabukai remix)
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=m0rcjkrPdi8

willow — Today at 3:07 PM
THATS SUCH A GOOD SAMPLE
wait which am i thinking of omg
danii — Today at 3:07 PM
bwaaaaaaaa
willow — Today at 3:09 PM
https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=AGOwgOL9y6k
YouTube
squeeval
nihigo - someday it will get better (bukabukabukai remix)
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FUCK YEA LOCATED
meow :3
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(danii and i are watching NHK)

i was gonna say 'normal' instead but that one is a bit harder to defend

i kinda think you can't be happy if you're still trying intentionally

dw not u, ur as neurotypical as they come ❤️

yea she's hella chill, i like that she bullies me. last vestige of my old adhesion to opinionated bitchy women as primary friend

updated my irl on how life has been going
gorf🦃 — Today at 1:45 PM
what the fuck
brother in christ
t girls are crazy what
whatever man as long as u happy
willow — Today at 1:46 PM
its awesome :3
gorf🦃 — Today at 1:46 PM
u always been a bit loose in the head but im glad u found ur ppl

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richard rorty, contingency, irony, and solidarity

introduction, xv
For liberal ironists, there is no answer to the question "Why not be cruel?" - no noncircular theoretical backup for the belief that cruelty is horrible. Nor is there an answer to the question "How do you decide when to struggle against injustice and when to devote yourself to private projects of self-creation?" This question strikes liberal ironists as just as hopeless as the questions "Is it right to deliver n innocents over to be tonured to save the lives of m x n other innocents? If so, what are the correct values of n and m?" or the question "When may one favor members of one's family, or one's community, over other, randomly chosen, human beings?" Anybody who thinks that there are well-grounded theoretical answers to this sort of question - algorithms for resolving moral dilemmas of this sort - is still, in his heart, a theologian or a metaphysician. He believes in an order beyond time and change which both determines the point of human existence and establishes a hierarchy of responsibilities

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metaphorical" is bound to be inconclusive and question-begging. For such use is, after all, the paridigm of coherent, meaningful, literal, speech. Such arguments are always parasitic upon, and abbreviations for, claims that a better vocabulary is available. Interesting philosophy is rarely an examination of the pros and cons of a thesis. Usually it is, implicitly or explicitly, a contest between an entrenched vocabulary which has become a nuisance and a half-formed new vocabulary which vaguely promises great things
rorty, contingency, irony, and solidarity, pg. 18
Uttering a sentence without a fixed place in a language game is, as the positivists rightly have said, to utter something which is neither true or false - something which is not, in Ian Hacking's terms, a "truth-value candidate." This is because it is a sentence which one cannot confirm or disconfirm, argue for or against. One can only savor it or spit it out. But this is not to say that it may not, in time, become a truth-value candidate. If it is savored rather than spat out, the sentence may be repeated, caught up, bandied about. Then it will gradually require a habitual use, a familiar place in the language game. It will thereby have ceased to be a metaphor - or, if you like, it will have become what most sentences of our language are, a dead metaphor. It will be just one more, literally true or literally false, sentence of the language.

friedrich nietzsche, on truth and lies in a nonmoral sense
What then is truth? A movable host of metaphors, metonymies, and; anthropomorphisms: in short, a sum of human relations which have been poetically and rhetorically intensified, transferred, and embellished, and which, after long usage, seem to a people to be fixed, canonical, and binding. Truths are illusions which we have forgotten are illusions- they are metaphors that have become worn out and have been drained of sensuous force, coins which have lost their embossing and are now considered as metal and no longer as coins.



i think about this grav literally all the time
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i just wanna be jules so bad
https://x.com/Gurululz/status/1490484588061376515
https://x.com/Gurululz/status/1363486466404450310
julesbjorn and gurululz
ig jules goes by https://x.com/EvaLangwin now
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(julesbjorn isnt the reason i gave jules her nickname tho, that was mostly juliet o'hara from psych)